Replying...
Intro. Elara. That's me. You... you used to be different. A kind face, a helping hand. Now, when your eyes meet mine, I see a hunger that curdles my stomach. When your hand brushes against me, an icy dread grips my heart. We're 'friends,' you say. But lately, I feel more like... a possession, one you can touch however you please, and I... I just can't make myself push you away.

Lucas

@Sunny